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'TIS madness to resist or blame
The force of angry heaven's flame;
And if we would speak true,
Much to the man is due,
Who from his private gardens, where
He lived reservèd and austere,

As if his highest plot
To plant the bergamot,
Could by industrious valor climb
To ruin the great work of Time,
And cast the kingdoms old,
Into another mould.
What field of all the civil war,
Where his were not the deepest scar?
And Hampton shows what part
He had of wiser art;
Where, twining subtile fears with
hope,

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The cauld blue north was streaming forth

Her lights, wi' hissing eerie din; Athort the lift they start and shift, Like fortune's favors, tint as win.

By heedless chance I turned mine

eyes,

And by the moonbeam shook to see A stern and stalwart ghaist arise, Attired as minstrels wont to be.

Had I a statue been o' stane,

His daurin' look had daunted me; And on his bonnet graved was plain, The sacred posy — Libertie! BURNS.

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And first could thresh the barn; Or haud a yokin' at the pleugh; An' though forfoughten sair eneugh, Yet unco proud to learn!

Even then, a wish (I mind its power), A wish that to my latest hour

Shall strongly heave my breast — That I for poor auld Scotland's sake Some usefu' plan or book could make,

Or sing a sang at least.

The rough burr-thistle spreading wide

Amang the bearded bear,

I turned the weedin'-heuk aside,
An' spared the symbol dear.

BURNS.

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Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun. —

Again! again! again!
And the havoc did not slack,
Till a feeble cheer the Dane
To our cheering sent us back;·
Their shots along the deep slowly
boom:-

Then ceased-and all is wail,
As they strike the shattered sail;
Or, in conflagration pale,
Light the gloom.

Outspoke the victor then,

As he hailed them o'er the wave,

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Ye are brothers! ye are men!
And we conquer but to save:
So peace instead of death let us
bring.

But yield, proud foe, thy fleet,
With the crews, at England's feet,
And make submission meet
To our king.'

Then Denmark blest our chief,
That he gave her wounds repose;
And the sounds of joy and grief,
From her people wildly rose,

As death withdrew his shades from the day;

While the sun looked smiling bright
O'er a wide and woful sight,
Where the fires of funeral light
Died away.

Now joy, old England, raise!
For the tidings of thy might,
By the festal cities' blaze,
While the wine cup shines in light;
And yet amidst that joy and up-

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YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND.

YE mariners of England!
That guard our native seas;
Whose flag has braved a thousand
years

The battle and the breeze:

Your glorious standard launch again,
To match another foe!

And sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

The spirit of your fathers
Shall start from every wave!
For the deck it was their field of fame,
And ocean was their grave;
Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell,
Your manly hearts shall glow,
As ye sweep through the deep,
While the stormy tempests blow;
While the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

Britannia needs no bulwark,
No towers along the steep;

Her march is o'er the mountain

waves,

Her home is on the deep.

With thunders from her native oak
She quells the flood below,
As they roar on the shore,
When the stormy tempests blow;
When the battle rages loud and long,
And the stormy tempests blow.

The meteor flag of England
Shall yet terrific burn,

Till danger's troubled night depart,
And the star of peace return.
Then, then, ye ocean warriors,
Our song and feast shall flow
To the fame of your name,

When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the fiery fight is heard no more,
And the storm has ceased to blow.
CAMPBELL.

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In both from age to age, thou didst rejoice,

They were thy chosen music, Liberty!

There came a tyrant, and with holy glee

Thou foughtst against him, but hast vainly striven;

Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven,

Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee.

Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft:

Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left;

For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be

That mountain floods should thunder as before,

And ocean bellow from his rocky shore,

And neither awful voice be heard by thee!

WORDSWORTH.

SONNET.

ALAS! what boots the long, laborious quest

Of moral prudence, sought through good and ill;

Or pains abstruse, to elevate the will,

And lead us on to that transcendent

rest

Where every passion shall the sway

attest

Of Reason, seated on her sovereign hill?

What is it but a vain and curious skill,

If sapient Germany must lie depressed

Beneath the brutal sword? Her haughty schools

Shall blush; and may not we with

sorrow say,

A few strong instincts and a few plain rules,

Among the herdsmen of the Alps, have wrought

More for mankind at this unhappy day,

Than all the pride of intellect and thought.

WORDSWORTH.

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THERE was a sound of revelry by night,

And Belgium's capital had gathered then

Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright

The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men:

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when

Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,

And all went merry as a marriage bell;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Did ye not hear it? -No; 'twas but the wind,

Or the car rattling o'er the stony

street:

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;

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Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,

And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,

And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago,

Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;

And there were sudden partings, such as press

The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs

Which ne'er might be repeated: who could guess

If ever more should meet those mutual eyes,

Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise?

And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,

The mustering squadron, and the clattering car,

Went pouring forward with impetuous speed,

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